Using his own body for leverage, Reese pinned Pierce, momentarily ignoring Finch while he skillfully navigated the hose down the billionaire's airway. Pierce gagged and coughed, his body bucking as he instinctively tried to avoid the intrusion.
"Relax!" John commanded in a firm tone. "Look at me." Pierce's panicked eyes met John's in a desperate plea for help. "You're gonna be ok." His calm, even tone got through to Pierce, and the man momentarily stilled, allowing John to finish intubating him.
Certain it had gone in, John brought the other end of the hose to his mouth and gave a steady breath. Logan's back arched when he felt precious air rush into his lungs.
"Is Pierce all right, Mr. Reese?" Harold's concerned voice sounded in his ear.
John sighed quietly as the sound of labored breathing filled the room. "Yes. But he's going to have one hell of a hangover. Later Finch."
Noticing Logan's movements slowing, John leaned into his line of sight and tapped the man's cheek. Pierce's eyes flew open. "Easy. Do you have an epi-pen?" At the jerky nod, John asked, "In the bathroom?" Again, a quick nod. "Stay calm, I'll be right back."
Easily locating the medication, John returned to his charge and uncapped the pen. Placing one hand on Logan's chest to hold him steady, he swiftly injected the man's thigh, again commanding him to relax. Within minutes, Pierce appeared calmer and he ceased to strain for breath. John leaned closer to Logan. "Pierce, I'm going to remove the tube, ok?" The billionaire gave a weak thumbs up. "I want you to take a deep breath. . ."
As soon as the man breathed in Reese pulled the tube out, hastily tossing it aside as violent coughs wracked Pierce's body. With his right forearm on Logan's sternum, John again used his right hand to force the billionaire's head back. Rolling Logan onto his side, Reese propped him in place with his right knee simultaneously placing his left forearm along the man's spine. "Breathe," he instructed. He repeatedly applied pressure with both forearms then let go, effectively forcing Logan to stop hyperventilating. "Breathe, that's it."
Gradually the cough subsided and Logan's breathing evened out as he went limp, then weakly he pushed at John's hand. "I'm, I'm ok," he rasped. Reese let go and eased him onto his back, watching for any sign of distress but satisfied there was none, he moved to the mini bar and filled a glass with ice chips. Returning to the couch, he found Pierce sitting up looking completely exhausted. Handing the cup to him, John sat down with a quiet groan, rubbing his face with his hands as Pierce crunched on ice.
Logan reached forward and set the cup down. "You saved me," he said hoarsely, shifting to a more comfortable spot. "In the Chinese culture you'd be responsible for me for life."
Reese looked at him in mild disbelief. "Glad neither one of us is Chinese then."
Logan smiled impishly and John quickly steered the conversation to the more serious matter at hand. "Who has access to your house?" was the first question he asked.